Wednesday, February 15, 2006

Between the lines

When it started, it was not a beginning. It was picking up the pieces that someone else had left behind. It was a start but not a beginning. It is very important that you understand that properly, that is why I am starting by telling you this.

There it was, a trail left behind from before. The pieces in no particular order. They were not even pieces, they were crumbs. There was no way of putting them back together. Then why did I bother to trace them and collect them? What would I do with them?

I didn’t know.

And because I didn’t know, something told me that I should pick them up and keep them away. For the future. To read something into the past. To make everything come together. To take this shattered start into a beginning. A beginning that was about to begin but could not because it was not meant to be. Not today. Not now.

In the middle of this celestial complication of starting and beginning, was what I was looking for. Neatly placed between the crumbs.

It was a space.

But as the crumbs were cleared away the space was no longer the space that was the beginning. And within that space lay the answer. It was all in the shape. The shape that defined the shape of things to come. And that was lost forever. All because something told me that I should pick up the crumbs and keep them away. For the future. To read something into the past. But it was all there.

And now it was not. It was gone. And that was the end of another beginning.


23 comments:

Parvati said...

You should have picked up and kept away the crumbs (that were needed for you to read something into the past), AFTER you had studied thoroughly the space between them, wherein lay the answer...
Now the crumbs are useless without the space between them...
What will you do?

educatedunemployed said...

You just took hope away.

perspective said...

Such are times
That peel the skin off
The past
And restructure it
Right before your own eyes
Such are times...
When a new need to
Create something better recreates
Such are times
That force a newness
In a new form
Such times...
Are few...
Such times...
Destroy and recreate faith
And eventually
Lead somewhere...
Is what I believe

Cecilia said...

We always try to take what we can. For hope. And even when the pieces cannot be glued back together, it means that the space wasn't ready yet to be filled by these pieces again.

Or sometimes that space just won't be able to hold it all together. Because that space might not be there anymore.

I feel sad. But this is life. We should move on.

Anonymous said...

an empty space was the beginning and the empty space was the end..though its not the same space now.
the crumbs made the difference. so wat they arnt there nemore..

Dreamy Eyed Gal said...

*sigh*...looooooong time no c...welcome back!!!..really glad to c u write agen!!...missed ur writing!!!

mermaid said...

It's as if the crumbs of prior lives are all there. The minute you realize this, the birds fly in and eat the crumbs. Hence, the starting over, but not from the beginning. Of course, this is only my interpretation. And then we spend our lives trying to make a trail from those crumbs.

Thank you for this.

yvaine said...

I missed reading you. I am glad to have had the time to bloghop again, and you were one of the first I visited. This is beautiful as always, just like a constellation of stars... crumbs in the sky but essential in giving one meaning when seen as more than just crumbs.

J said...

pieces can never be put together can they?
superglue doesnt help does it?

Geetanjali said...

Depressing...very much so.

bert moth said...

You had me at the opening line. The space is often the most beautiful and most often overlooked segment. Even in reading, the space is the substance. Wonderful!

Anamika said...

Beginnings and ends and then beginnings again...never ending circle.

Φ said...

In the end nothing else matters not even the begining.

nice one August.

Rare Blue said...

Yes, lovely.


G.

Prat said...

we kep doing that, don't we. picking up crumbs me don't need, throwing away pieces that belong.
We do that.
And sometimes the crumbs seem too big to hold and at others, there is nothing but space.
Beautiful piece, E.A.

stella said...

beautiful... but i was hoping for an answer...soon, maybe?

still love your writing no matter where i pick up. it always feels like a beginning or upon finishing your pieces - a great completion. :)

confused said...

Well written but kinda meaningless...

Being smart just for the heck of it?

iamnasra said...

such times when the crumbs seem to be scatter of meanigless crumbs...as they were removed the space has emptiness ...The reason we can not defined...Loved the feeling that absorbs your feeling into the writing ...the sadness each words brings in human heart ...

Thank you

venus said...

everyone reads the printed lines, but only those get somewhere who can also read between the lines

Blueprincesa said...

beautiful and poignant.

little light said...

stumbled here through someone..this will be tha first of many visits. Ü

Anil P said...

Maybe because, after a while, the pieces begin to make more sense than the whole ever would.

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